"The Hacker and the Mob Boss" ❦ Reyna Fields seems to be an ordinary girl with her thick-framed glasses, baggy clothes, hair always up in a ponytail, and her head tucked away behind a computer screen. However, no one knows she's armed with a genius IQ and a heart of gold. She hacks her way into virtual systems on a search for her mother. Unfortunately for her, she has hacked into the wrong database. She hacked into the database of the notorious mob boss, Santino "Saint" Venturi. Saint is the opposite of his name. He's known for his ruthlessness. As a mob boss to a mafia, he learned to eat or be eaten. When Reyna stumbles upon his database, a plan dispersed into his mind. He's going to take her. ❦ "I don't share, angel." "He's a friend," she found herself saying. Dante was too busy staring at her to notice the fiery glare in Saint's eyes. She was mentally praying that Dante would just look away. His fingers trailed up her leg before his hand latched onto her sex. He held her there while a small gasp left her lips. "I will fuck you on this table if he doesn't stop looking at what belongs to me." ❦ HIGHEST RANKING: #5 romance - 6/26/22 Dark Romance Cover by @-simplyhan

2006. Y/N (15) wants nothing to do with the world of Tokio Hotel-and least of all with Bill Kaulitz (17), her brother Max's best friend. With his black eyeliner, his self-absorbed attitude, and his constant hanging around their house, he regularly drives her crazy. But between biting remarks, furtive glances, and secret moments, something more develops. Much more. What begins as hatred turns into a forbidden love that presents them both with a difficult decision: love secretly or lose openly?

Can you damage someone beyond repair? Luca plays his role as the loyal underboss. Violent, lethal, flawless. The lapdog, the starboy. On the surface, he maintains his facade of smirks and casual charm, but beneath the mask, thereʼs a profound darkness, a relentless memory of the girl who shattered his heart years ago. Soft, innocent, naive---sheʼs the last thing he needs... yet the only thing heʼs ever wanted. When trouble drags Wren back to New Yorkʼs underworld, she has no choice but to face the past she never outran. She never stopped yearning for the boy who lit up her world seven years ago, the only person who ever made her feel truly alive. Fate throws them back into the same orbit, but can they survive the wreck of their past?

The tragic passing of his twin brother has opened up many opportunities to throw his gang from their self-proclaimed throne. While he is hiding, trying to process his grief, Tokyo's city underground is now ruled by everyone and no one. Hi, my name is Mila, and I am here to bring order to the chaos.

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She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

Warning: 18+, strong mature, and sexual content. Sneak peek: "I don't believe in God, Hailey," he murmured, as his firm hands settled on my hips and lifted me from his lap, placing me onto his desk, "But... if I did, I would have thanked him for making you." A soft gasp escaped my lips as his hands slid under my college skirt, his fingers brushing on my pussy over my panties. "Damien, you are my brother..." I managed to whisper amid overwhelming desires. This felt so wrong. He emitted a husky chuckle, leaning closer to my ear, his lips brushing against my earlobe. "Correction-Stepbrother." "But-" Before I could utter a word, his hand swiftly slipped down inside my panties, his fingers landing on my bare, wet heat and just when a moan could escape my lips, his mouth forcefully met mine swallowing the scream of pain as well pleasure when two of his fingers thrust into my pussy just like I'd felt them in my dreams... *** When I was dragged across the country to Los Angeles to live with my mom's new husband and his son, the last thing I expected was for my new brother to be off-limits. Least of all, I never imagined I'd find myself tempted by the forbidden. Damien Black: sinfully attractive, irrefutably irresistible, and seemingly devoid of warmth. Emotions meant nothing to him; girls were mere toys for him to have in bed. And there came my biggest mistake-believing I could be more than just a toy for him...maybe more than just another conquest in his collection. I was his dirty little secret, one that he wouldn't let go of, accept, shatter entirely, or mend. I was his toy; Well....his favorite one.

Ocean shoved at his chest, but Lucas didn't budge. He stayed right there, crowding her. "Move," she snapped, heat in her voice. He didn't. His presence pressed against her, every breath of his filling the little space she had left. Her hands curled tight at her sides. "You don't give me a second. You're always there-hovering, watching, smothering me like I can't breathe without you in my face." Lucas's jaw ticked, eyes hard, but he said nothing. The silence made her angrier. Her chest rose sharp with breath. "I hate it. I hate how you don't let me think, don't let me move. You just close in and wait for me to break." Still, he stayed. And that-more than any words-set her blood boiling. -- A stubborn college girl thinks she's untouchable-until she collides with him. The Beast. A force wrapped in shadow and hunger. One meeting shatters her defenses. Her control slips. Her rules burn. And for the first time, she isn't the one in charge.

They said he was quiet. Cold. Unreachable. But I saw what they didn't - the obsession behind his stare. We weren't supposed to meet. We weren't supposed to touch. Now I can't breathe when he's near... and I suffocate when he's gone. Something about him feels ancient. Familiar in a way that makes my bones ache. I think I've known him before. And I think the last time, I didn't survive.

She was broken. He was untouchable. Together, they became whole. Locked in a basement her entire life, she never knew kindness - until the cold, feared mafia king found her. Haru never expected to fall for the innocent girl with wide eyes and a fragile heart... but now, she's his world. He protects her. Teaches her. Loves her. But the underworld is watching - and they've found his one weakness. A story of healing, fierce love, possessive devotion, and the softness hidden beneath brutality. Her past may have shattered her... but in his arms, she becomes unstoppable. Plagiarism is theft. This story is my original work, shared here on Wattpad for readers to enjoy. Please don't copy, repost, or translate without permission. It's protected by copyright... and by my heart. Thank you.